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rusana— whatever that was — intrigued the girl. she wondered what the moors were like; how dark the peat moss was under the water’s surface, and how many souls buried beneath that oppressive place.

okay, she breathed, gaze flicking to the grotto. she would not sleep there tonight. svalinn showed me dis fallen tree once over there. she gestured towards the sequoia. we can bunk dere tonight, if you’d like.